Trigger Point

Trojan One, what's your location?

Trojan One, received.

We're in position at Westhaven, awaiting instructions.

High risk of IED in situ.

Stand by for EXPO.

Trojan One, received.

Do we have confirmation of target?

Negative, Trojan One. Hold tight.

Trojan One, received.

Where's my EXPO?

EXPO One, what's your location?

This is EXPO One, blue-lighting. ETA one minute.

This is EXPO Two. ETA three minutes.

RVP is a side street, Gavenny Road.

EXPO One, received.

Trojan One, received.

EXPO Two, received.

- (blaring continues) - (tense music)

- (siren blares) - (horn honks)

Residents of Westhaven Estate,

this is a police message.

We need your assistance.

We are evacuating this area due to a threat.

- Hot enough for you? - (Joel scoffs)

They've requested two EXPOs on this job. Must be big.

Either that or they've got their doubts about you.

Where are we going?

- (Joel) Up there. - (Robins) Nutkins.

You know DI Desai from SO15. She's in command of the op.

Inspector Robins, this is Lana Washington.

- (Joel) I don't think you two have... - (Robins) We are acting on intel.

There's a dangerous individual preparing a bomb factory

in these flats.

The flat is leased to Andy Phelan,

located on the fourth floor in the south building.

We need to move.

- Stay behind us. - (Joel) Right.

- What a charmer. Kit up? - (chuckles)

Just need my balls and the disruptor.

- (Lana laughs) - (Carney) All right,

get ready, lads.

We ask you, for your own safety,

to immediately vacate the premises

and calmly make your way to the nearest exit.

My policemen will guide you to a safer area.

All Residents of Westhaven Estate...

We ask you, for your own safety,

to immediately vacate the premises.

We are about to move the cordon

to the east side of the estate.

Yeah. Great. Très chic.

Come on.

Oh, come on, you've got to use your own.

They're my lucky pair. Come on.

Thank you.

- Good? - Great.

Flat 127 identified

- as a bomb factory. - (Joel) Yeah.

Silent approach.

This way.

That's it. Come on.

- (armed officer 1) Armed police! - (armed officer 2) Armed police!

Armed police! Nobody move!

Armed police!

- (armed officer 1) Nobody move! - (armed officer 2) Armed police!

Don't move!

Hallway clear!

Left backdoor!

Right backdoor!

Kitchen clear!

Room clear!

- (armed officer 6) Two clear! - (armed officer 7) All clear, sir.

Roger that.

All clear. You're up.

Okay.

Wash, Robins. Bedroom.

Brown, on me! Get back! Get back!

Armed police! Come out with your hands up!

Three! Two!

Wait! Wait, wait, wait! No!

Look.

- (Lana sighs) - (Joel) Oh, my god.

- (Joel) Hey. - (Lana) Hey.

Trojan One here,

- we have a woman and a child... - (Lana) Let me take that out.

- Needing medical attention. - Oh, wow!

No sign of Andy Phelan or any bomb factory.

Central Seven Four, received.

We'll send in an emergency support unit.

This is a funny little hiding spot. Okay.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you hurt?

- (Joel) Yeah? - (Angie) I'm all right.

- What's your name? - Evie.

- Evie. That's a lovely name. - Hey, Evie.

I'm Joel and this scary-looking thing is Lana.

But don't worry, we're the bomb squad.

- You're safe now. - Wh... where's Andy?

They made me call the threat in. They had a gun against her head.

- Who did? - Is my daddy okay?

EXPO, bathroom, now.

Wait there, okay?

There.

Oh, god.

You're okay.

We need to take tighter control

of the situation on the ground.

Roger that.

We've had a first account from Angie Phelan, wife of Andy Phelan.

She says she was woken at 4am by masked intruders.

She thinks they used Andy's keys to get into the flat,

because she heard the front door and thought it was him.

They told Evie and her

that they'd be killed if they made any noise.

That's why they were quiet when your team entered the flat.

- (Robins) Did she ID the attackers? - They kept their masks on.

She said they spoke a mixture of English and Arabic.

- Arabic? - Yeah.

She says she thinks they took Phelan's keys.

We need to know what access they give.

We had A1 intelligence of a bomb factory.

Andy Phelan's name was given. We have to find him.

- (crowd clamouring) - (helicopter engine droning)

Move! Move!

What's the hold-up, EXPO?

You're gonna have to move the crowd back

before we can go back in.

We're trying to maintain control of an increasingly hostile situation,

directly caused by the delay.

- Yeah, I'm aware of that. - From the looks of the IED,

there's large amounts of HME.

We're gonna need a wider exclusion zone

before we get started.

Command, this is Trojan One.

Look lively and get that crowd back even further.

Received, Trojan One.

Thanks. We'll crack on.

Residents of Westhaven Estate,

this is a police message.

We need your assistance.

We are evacuating this area due to a threat.

Take five, mate. Looks like it could be a big one.

Sir.

Thank you for your co-operation.

Right. Let's see.

Let's see what we can see.

Why have I chosen a job where I spend so much time on my knees?

Because you're an idiot.

Okay.

- (beeping) - (sighs)

Wash, we've got a pressure plate...

- Okay. - Underneath this mat.

Let me mark it.

There we go.

Right.

We're gonna need to prep the pulleys, Wash.

Got it.

Thanks.

I can't see a bloody thing in here.

Here you are.

- No, no, no! Wait, wait. Freeze. - What?

Hold. Hold, mate.

What?

Oh, shit.

- What, Nut? - Wash, we've got a secondary trigger.

- Oh, fuck. - And I think...

Yeah, it's rigged up to...

the light switch.

Great.

- Hold on. Hold on... - No, just run.

- Just run, please. - No, no.

The circuit isn't complete yet

'cause you haven't fully depressed it,

so we've got a couple of seconds.

Nut, I'm not gonna kill us both, so please,

will you just run? It's my mistake.

Well, you're gonna have to kill us both mate

because I'm not going anywhere, all right?

I'm not leaving you.

Fucking hell, Nut.

Don't move.

You can do it. You can do it. Don't move, don't move.

Another trigger. There has to be another power source,

- down here somewhere. - (Lana) Oh, fuck.